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My whole body throbs with desire at the sight.
I spin us around and lay Zoe back on the blanket, hovering over her.
She reaches for my belt, her slim fingers making quick work of it.
Then she’s shoving my jeans down my hips, freeing my aching cock.
“Need you,” Zoe breathes, hooking her legs around my waist to urge me closer. “Please, Tyler.”
The sound of my real name on her lips undoes me.
I notch myself against her entrance and push inside in one swift thrust.
Zoe cries out, her nails digging deliciously into my shoulders.
I start to move, long deep strokes that make her clutch me tighter. “Fuck, baby. You feel incredible.”
Zoe meets me thrust for thrust, her hips rolling sensuously.
The hot clench of her body is heaven and sin and perfection.
Nothing has ever felt this good.
Our movements grow more frantic as we chase our pleasure.
Zoe shatters first, throwing her head back with a wordless cry of ecstasy.
The rhythmic flutter of her walls triggers my own release.
I bury my face in the fragrant silk of her hair and let go, pouring myself into her welcoming body.
In the aftermath, I gather Zoe close, savoring her soft warmth. She snuggles against my chest with a contented hum. “That was amazing.”
“It was.” I brush a tender kiss over her temple. “You’re amazing.”
Zoe lifts her head to smile at me, her eyes a soft, satiated green. “I’m so glad you brought me here. Thank you for sharing this with me.”
“I want to share everything with you, Zoe.” The confession slips out before I can stop it.
But I don’t regret it. It’s the damn truth.
Her smile widens, impossibly sweet. “I want that too.”
We linger like that, exchanging kisses and quiet words as the sun sinks below the horizon, painting the sky in brilliant streaks of orange and pink.
I know we’ll have to head back soon, return to real life and all its complications.
But for now, in this perfect moment, none of that matters.
The whole world has narrowed down to this incredible woman in my arms.
And I plan to hold onto her for as long as I can.
We stay here for a while, lost in each other, avoiding the limitations the clubhouse places on us.
Zoe reaches for the beer I set aside earlier and takes a long sip. “So tell me,” she begins, handing me the can, “what was life like for you before the Reapers Rejects? Before you became a prospect?”
I feel my shoulders tense reflexively at the question.
